Betrayed And Bound To Be The Mafia Queen の小説・ストーリー

Their expressions turned serious at once. They finally understood: I wasn’t some lost, weak princess waiting to be “taken in.” I wasn’t a lonely girl Sophia could destroy. I was Mia. The woman who controlled the new Italian Quarter shipping lines. The woman none of their families could afford to anger. I stood and walked to the floor‑to‑ceiling window. Beneath me lay the richest, most dangerous streets in the city. Mafia bosses. Old money. Greed. Betrayal. A million secret deals happening in the dark.

“You have to promise you won't tell anyone, Mia.” She squeezed my hand even harder as she stared into my eyes. “You know me very well, Nyssa. I don't need to prove myself to you. If you think it's dangerous, then you can decide not to tell me. I'm just happy to see that you're alive and well, that's all.” Her honesty did the trick. “Adrian Giovanni, Roman's rival and the Mafia lord of the Giovanni family, asked me to work for him. I accepted.” Mia stared at me, her mouth open, the dumbfoundment all over her facial expression.

And she was not ready to die, her little brother the only reason for her survival in this world, him being the second. "Please...Vince...I beg..." She sobbed as his nose touched her cheek, making her to gulp. His closeness has always affected her , but today it felt different. The person in front of her was no longer her Vince, he was Vincenzo Accardi. The most feared mafia in the world. She didn't wanted to look at his cold hatred filled eyes, her innocent heart won't be able to love again after seeing them. She couldn't explain.She had no words.

“You should have done your research beforehand. Perhaps you won’t fail stealing from another mafia.” He grunted. “Who are you?” She finally withdrew her gun and squatted down to his level. The confidence of this woman was beyond me. “Allow me to introduce myself. La regina. The queen of the mafia.” His chuckle was taunting yet with desperation. “There is no queen in the mafia.”

She says, and I am shocked that she would even bring up my brother, as she hasn’t mentioned him since the day he died. “I will not be free. I will just be switching one cage for another. I will just become you, and I will be very clear with you, Mira, you are pathetic and weak. You think I will let another man touch me? You think I will allow the devil to sell my soul to that old slime? You haven’t been paying attention, mother.” I might be exhausted, but I have earned every ache, ever straining in my muscles. I have ensured to stay just skinny enough that no one would suspect that I train every single night. I have learned to shoot a gun, cut through bone and throw a knife with speed and ac

Jacob uttered, "You didn't do anything to us! Rex Davies, because of you Ava and I, we both lost our childhood. You are the reason for our current situation. And you want to know who I am, right? Then listen, I am the son of Mafia Lady Killer Isla. Do you understand that a Rex like you is always in my pocket? And you are scaring me by saying your lame words." Rex was shocked to hear the name of lady killer Isla from Jacob! This woman used to rule among the mafias. But in the last few years, no one knows if she was alive or dead. Because she was just lost. No one had news of her. That's why everyone thought Isla Taylor died with her kids.

She went quiet instantly. “It was our house Ivy… he didn’t break in. He walked in like he owned the place.” “Who? What happened?" Ivy pressed. “Damiano Moretti happened.” I heard her inhale sharply. “That mafia guy? The one with the business empire? What about him?” “My dad owes him money. A lot. And he’s taking me as payment. Ivy, he’s making me his…” I couldn’t even finish the sentence. “Oh my God.” Her voice cracked.

"I know there has to be something I can do for you. Even if I'm not your sister, this doesn't have to be for nothing." My knees buckled and he lunged forward, arms wrapping around my shoulders to balance me. "Please don't send me back there. Please, I'm begging you." The memories of blood spilling every night still clouded my brain. Sometimes my own, sometimes not. My lip quivered. My knuckles fisted into his chest desperately, clinging to him like a lifeline. He hadn't seemed like the kind of person to do that, but there was also the fact that he was in the goddamn mafia.

And then— The betrayal. The manipulation. The truth. Marcello’s hand shifted slightly beside her. Not grabbing. Not pulling. Just there. Grounding. She exhaled slowly. Steady. Controlled. “I thought he was done,” she said quietly. Marcello’s voice turned colder. “He should have been.” “He kidnapped me,” she said. “Used me.” “Yes.” “And now he’s escalating.” “Yes.” She lifted her chin slightly. “He wants your attention.” Marcello’s gaze hardened.

” Kayley ~”Bring me your cock so I can suck it. I slip his cock as deep in my mouth as I can go. Sucking hard, sucking deep, I let him fuck my mouth. He drops down on the bed and finally unties my hands. Kayley ~”I am going to make you pay for that.” Jackson ~”Listen to my baby. A real mafia queen.” Kayley ~”Don't fucking call me that? Do I look like an old fucking wrinkled bitch to you?” Jackson ~”Fuck I think it is hot.”